Is transporting your
massive collection of important literature breaking your back? Do your primal
instincts tell you that the wheel is the universe’s most revolutionary
invention? Have you always dreamt of being a pilot? Had an obsession with
airports? Is it in your opinion that one hand is better than two?
Walking to class, I had
the above onslaught of epiphanies as I found myself utterly overwhelmed by my
two ineffectually dormant arms.
So, in an effort to
occupy my hands, I quickly ran out and purchased a backpack on wheels.
Now I roll in style, my
right hand slightly elevated, purposefully bouncing in stride beside my butt
(which is also bouncing), grasping the plastic retractable handle, and my other
pumping with confidence at my side.
When my left (free)
hand isn’t pumping with confidence, it can be found taking care of those rogue
boogers I meant to excavate earlier that morning.
It might even be giving
some piggish men the finger as they hoot and holler provocative statements in
my general direction, clearly impressed by my new-found lopsided strut. I was
once told that rapper Marshall Manner (M&M) and I share a similar swag.
My caddy of knowledge
makes a delightful echoing click as I walk down halls and sidewalks, alerting
non-wheelers of my imminent approach. This way I don’t have to use phrases such
as “excuse me” or “on your left” which have been a burden and a waste of breath
since forever. Plus I have increased my aerodynamics by swinging one less arm,
effectively cutting commute time in half. That means more time in Starbucks and
less time dodging average students on the sidewalks.
But what happens when
the weather takes a turn for the worse? My single inch diameter wheels may end
up fairing the snow similarly to a Smart Car in the Antarctic.
So I stormed for ideas,
pun intended.
And, luckily with some
incessant Binging I found a simply steezy answer. Two fully compatible twelve
inch twin tip skis, so the harsh winter months don’t take a toll on my trolling
arm, in forward or reverse. Other accessories included pocket-protector shaped
wax and ramps for killer tricks.
My most important test
was to see how many September issues of Vogue I could fit inside, which turned
out to be the entire 90s to present. Subsequently, I Instagrammed and
hashtagged #Vogue and tagged @AnnaWintour who instantly promised me the inside
cover in the 2014 September issue for my daring sartorial move.
She said that, though
it was promised to Karl Lagerfeld, he would approve of her bold statement and
send me the first of his new line of Chanel backpacks-sur-wheels in “Cadaver
Skin”, which is, of course, the new black.
In the words of Cher
Horowitz from Clueless, the 1995 cinematic
rendition of Jane Austin’s Emma,
“It’s a personal choice every woman has got to make for herself.”